once upon a time
a Roy Cohn
read little Donald
a story about Pinocchio
a little boy
who when he died
and rose to hell
for every lie he told on earth
his yellow colored pet wood pecker
the same color as his hair
and his essence
would grow a fraction of an inch
and all his ex pals would be there
to be amazed
and call him the golden one
There is a man named Don
A true Cohn man's con
He lies he cheats
Who ever he meets
Yet many see nothing wrong
Nick Cohn
has come up with a theory apparently all his own
all those charts and those graphs
they're really intended to be a source of much needed laughs.
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